re: #202 Crush White Nationalism

I’ve driven worse. I don’t see a leaning wheel on that car.

In the early ’80s my granddad bought a literal “driven by an old lady” for super cheap 1971 Plymouth Valiant for my brother. By the time my brother sold it to me for $1 in 1986 it had been set on fire in his Philadelphia neighborhood. The entire control panel didn’t work: no speedometer, heat, A/C, radio; it stalled whenever I made a left turn so that I had to throw it into N to restart midturn, and I had to pump the brakes a couple of times to get them to engage. Oh, and in a separate incident the passenger—side door could only be opened from the inside (which was the first embarrassment on at least one date).

And yet I managed to sell it for $120 to a guy I met at Earlham College when I was training for a few weeks to go to Japan to teach English.